Be Somebody

Yesterday, towards the beginning of my day at work, I encountered somebody who was being extremely pessimistic. Later in the day, while on a break, I was around a few people who were being loud and obnoxious. They were speaking just to seemingly hear their own voices.

I realized that I do not want to be like these people (and am not).

There are many things I complain about (hot weather, green peppers in food, Ugly Betty, people who talk too slowly, etc.), but there are a bazillion more cases where I take the optimistic route. People who complain about everything are a good reminder to not be like that.

There are also times when I am loud. I talk a lot more than I used to, but I still keep it quick and (sort of) relevant. I take a cue from the people who irritate the hell out of me to not bore others while I'm talking. You know, don't speak and just wait for your turn. Don't tell boring stories*. Don't be super loud around other people unless you are in a setting where it is appropriate (i.e. earthquake, rock concert**, large party).

So, in conclusion***, I am keeping these annoying characteristics in mind so I do not fall into their traps. In addition to the ways I try to be (patient, deliberate, fun, respectful, classy, polite, etc.), I will also try not to be pessimistic, loud, and obnoxious****.


XO,
SVR



*Hahaha, I tell terrible stories...so I often just do not.
**Although, don't talk during the songs. WTF is wrong with you people? I came to hear the band!
***I loved it in school when teachers would sigh and say, "And please don't start your conclusion part of your paper with "So in conclusion..." hahhahha!
****Honestly, though, it shouldn't be difficult:)

People Are Strange

I seem to remember asking "why?" a lot as a kid. I always wanted to know about things and how and why they work the way they do. I was quiet and shy, but my inquisitive nature won out when I wanted to know something. And I remember reading all the freaking time. Not only novels that I would read while holed up under the kitchen table, but also encyclopedia sets and our Webster's Reference Dictionary that my grandfather had given us.

As I have gotten older, I think my tendency to ask "why?" has morphed into my need to understand people and their actions. I pride myself on being perceptive so when I am incorrect, it bothers me. I don't claim to understand everyone and their actions, but I can at least usually figure out the why and rationalize what's going on.

And I must have one of those black and white minds because I don't like ambiguity*. I always liked math more than english because in math, you always get the same answer**, while in english things just seemed so hazy and I hated that.

So, I'm trying to figure things out. Remember how I said I was so in my head the other day? Well, I will be until I start to understand a little clearer.


XO,
SVR


*Unless it's my own doing. Then I love it!

**Do NOT be a nerdbomber and counter this. Thankyou.